Sometime Around Midnight
by Chxnce
Summary: And it starts sometime around midnight...  Chapter 5, "Love Is A Crime" is up!
1. Chapter 1 New Friend Request

_One New Friend Request._

Kurt stared at the screen in disbelief. So many things were running through his mind at the moment. First off, why the hell was Dave Karofsky adding him as a friend on Facebook? He read the name over and over, but his mind never fully processed the request. His mind was reeling.

Then he clicked 'accept'.

He had no idea why he did. It was like someone else was controlling his mind. This was Dave Karofsky, the kid that has made the past two years of school living hell for him. The very same kid that slushied him every day, threw him in dumpsters, cornered him in the hall and threatened to beat him up.

Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head lightly. When he opened them back up, he saw the IM window pop up. He looked down at the name.

_Dave Karofsky: "Hi."_

Kurt's eyes widened. He moved the mouse up to the little red x in the corner and was about to click when another message appeared.

_I need some advice. Please, Kurt._

He sighed and typed a quick response.

"_Yes?"_

_ "Oh, thank you for responding. I wasn't sure if you would since...yeah..."_

_ "No problem. What did you need advice on?"_

_ "Um...Well, first, I want to apologize for everything...the slushies and dumpster..."_

Kurt stared at the message for a few seconds before replying.

_"If this is some sort of joke, it isn't funny. Figgins will hear about this."_

_ "Kurt! Stop! It's not a joke. It's me, I promise. I really am sorry."_

_ "How can I tell if this is really you?"_

_ "Would you rather do this in person?"_

_ "...I have the police on speed dial. If you try anything..."_

_ "I wont, goddammit! Just meet me at the park, I really need advice."_

_ "...Fine. I'm leaving now."_

_ "See you soon."_

Kurt slipped on his sneakers and left the house, still wondering what the hell was going on? What did Karofsky need help with from him? It was baffling but his curiousity overpowered his judgement.

As he made his way to the park, he got a text from an unknown number.

"Hey, this is Karofsky. I got your number from Puck's phone last time I saw him...just in case you ignored my Facebook request...I'm over on the jungle gym."

"Okay." He typed out quickly, and walked over to the jungle gym cautiously.

"I promised you I wouldn't do anything to you, dude, don't worry. I don't have slushies and there isn't a dumpster here," Karofsky mused, sliding off the playground equipment with surprising ease.

Kurt took a cautious step forward, forcing a smile.

"Do you gotta shit or something?"

"No, I'm still nervous that you're going to do something."

"Dude...I promised. I keep my promises."

Kurt simply nodded but didn't move. Karofsky continued.

"What did you...er, how did you tell your dad that you were gay?"

Kurt was fully intrigued now. He arched his eyebrow and looked Karofsky in his eyes, searching for any signs of this being a joke. All he saw were fear and what looked like tears. He couldn't believe it. He actually felt sorry for him.

"Why?"

"Just...tell me how you told him...please."

"After I won the football game, I told him...that's about it..."

"No special speech or anything?"

"No..."

"Okay."

Kurt moved a step closer.

"Are...you...gay?"

"What? No...er...not really..." Karofsky's eyes gave him away instantly.

"You're lying...if you can't even tell me, how are you going to tell your parents?"

"I...just...fine...I'm gay."

Kurt felt an odd sense of compassion for him. He knew what it was like to go through this and he wanted to help anyone he could, but this is his worst tormentor. He ruined so many of his clothes. Kurt let a crooked smile smear across his face before answering.

"I know."

"Wait, what? How?"

"Let's see...you've tormented me since 8th grade. You know it's been proven that people who are homophobic and mean towards other gay guys are insecure with their own sexuality. I assumed that was the case. I'm good."

"D-don't tell anyone."

"I won't." Kurt looked at him. He was smiling, but you could still see the freckle of fear glinting in his eyes. "I promise."

"Thank you...I, um, also have something else to tell you."

"You're not going to say you're in love with Puck or Finn or /Azimio/ are you?"

Karofsky laughed awkwardly at Kurt's facial expression-which was a mixture of disgust and intrigue.

"No. I'm in love with you."


	2. Chapter 2 Change Your Mind

**Okay, so I know my writing isn't the best but I usually just hate it when fanfics spend a lot of time on certain things and don't get straight to the point. Haha.**

**Thanks for the awesome reviews for the first chapter. Hopefully this one doesn't disappoint. **

_**Chapter 2**_

_**Change Your Mind**_

"What?" Kurt asked bluntly, not sure if he heard correctly.

"Oh, shit. I didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry, dude…I mean…I do but…God I'm so stupid," Karofsky blubbered, shaking his head.

"It's okay…it just took me off guard….but it's just….I don't feel the same way about you. You treated me like shit, Karofsky. You ruined my clothes on many occasions. Those close cost more than your house and car combined. You threw me in dumpsters. You humiliated me in front of everyone. You even threatened to beat me up for being gay. Had Finn not stopped you, you would've done it to!"

Kurt watched Karofsky shake his head slightly, turn away and start walking home. He wanted to say something else, but he was sure anything else he would say would be something he'd regret. He leaned against the jungle gym and watched the shadowy figure of his former tormentor slink away into the darkness. Sighing, he turned and headed back to his house.

Once inside, he pulled out his phone and laid on the bed.

"Hey…I'm sorry about flipping out on you. I was just…taken aback by your sincerity and everything."

He closed his eyes, thinking—hoping, actually HOPING—that Karofsky would text back. Ten minutes later, the response finally came.

"K."

_Great, I really screwed it up, _he thought. _But why the hell do I care…? _

He couldn't figure it out so he texted Karofsky back with the only thing he could think of.

"Do I need to bring an extra set of clothes tomorrow? What flavor will it be?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Please don't be mad…you HAVE to see where I'm coming from…"

Twenty minutes passed this time before Karofsky's answer came.

"I do, but will you just give me a chance. One date. It will have to be secret though…"

"Karofsky…I…I don't know."

"Call me Dave…Just one date…then we can see…"

Kurt laid his phone down, sighing heavily. He wasn't sure what to do or say or anything. Picking his phone back up, he reread the message a few times. _One date…it's only one date… but this is…Karofsky—I mean Dave-…_ He grabbed the nearest pillow and held it over his mouth and let out a frustrated scream. Ten minutes later, he finally calmed down enough to text him back. Hands shaking, he typed out "Fine. One date. Where are you taking me?"

"Breadsticks? Olive Garden? Red Lobster? You name it. You don't know how happy you made me, Kurt. "

"See you at 8 tomorrow night. Don't be late or you'll be sorry."

"I won't! See you tomorrow. Night, Kurt."

"Goodnight, Dave."

_**What the fuck did I just get myself into?**_


	3. Chapter 3 Little Secrets

**Just thought I would let you know that each title of the chapters are named for a song that fits the situation. Chap 1 (New Friend Request [by Gym Class Heroes]), and Chap 2 (Change Your Mind [by The Killers]).**

**Chapter 3**

**Little Secrets**

_**[by Passion Pit]**_

Kurt woke up to his phone buzzing next to him. He glanced quickly at his alarm clock which read 10 am. _Thank God for summer break,_ he thought as he picked up his phone. As he clicked open the message, he couldn't help but smile. He was glad no one was there to see it because he was pretty sure that he had the dorkiest look on his face.

"Good morning, handsome. Or do you prefer beautiful?"

"Morning. I don't care. Whichever you want."

"I'll go with beautiful."

"It's surprising just how sweet you can be..."

"Do you not like it? I can stop if you want."

"No, don't stop. Flattery gets you everywhere with me. ;)"

"That's awesome. Are you busy?"

"I just got up honestly...why?"

"Can we move the date up? I really can't wait to see you."

"Up to when?"

"One?"

"I suppose we could."

"Awesome! See you soon. :)"

"Bye."

He jumped up and started rummaging around the room for his clothes. He couldn't decide what to wear-the blue cardigan with skinny jeans or the green and beige plaid outfit he just bought yesterday. He finally decided to go with the skinnies and blue cardigan. Smiling to himself, he jumped in the shower and finished getting ready.

As one o'clock neared, his heart started racing. Each ticking minute felt like an eternity. He wasn't even sure that Dave would show up or that this wasn't some horrible prank devised by him and Azimio, but as much as he tried to calm himself down, he couldn't. He looked for something to keep busy but his room was already spotless. He glanced at the clock. 12:30. _Fuck! Why couldn't it just be one? _he thought as he made his way upstairs to the living room, which was as spotless as his bedroom. Feeling slightly defeated, he sat down on the couch and turned the TV on and flipped through channels. Spotting _Project Runway_, he stopped and tried his damndest to watch but his mind wouldn't let him. He glanced at the clock again. 12:36.

_Oh my God. I'm going to kill someone. _He pulled out his phone in anxiety and checked it for messages. Nothing. He opened a blank text and typed out a quick message.

"Hey, you can come get me. I'm ready."

"I'll be there in a few!"

What felt like years later, he heard a soft knock at the front door. His heart nearly lept from his chest as he walked to the door. He checked his reflection in the mirror by the door one last time before opening it.

"I..." He was able to stammer out before going quiet.

Dave looked really nice. Really, _really _nice. He was wearing a nice black button-up shirt with an equally nice pair of jeans.

"You what?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

"You look really nice, Dave," Kurt finally got out, with a sincere smile.

"Thank you. It took me like 20 minutes to decide what to wear."

"Well I fully approve."

"I'm glad. Are you ready to go?"

"Of course."

Dave smiled and turned on his heels, walking towards his car. Kurt closed the door, locked it and followed. Dave opened his door before going over to the other side of the car and getting in. Kurt smiled and got in.

"Um, sorry my car smells...my football and hockey stuff is in the back and it needs to be cleaned really bad," Dave apologized.

"God. That smells terrible!" Kurt exclaimed with a quiet giggle.

"I told you."

The ride to Breadsticks, although only a short 8 minutes away, was the most awkward thing that Kurt had ever experience. It even triumphed the time that he walked in on his dad watching this really weird movie that was practically porn. They had nothing to talk about. But in that time, Kurt came to a sudden realization...this was technically his first date ever and it happened to be with the kid he hated most on the face of the Earth. _How does that even happen?_

When they reached the restaurant and parked, Dave turned to him and spoke.

"It's not too late to back out...I mean, I really don't want you to but you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I honestly don't even know why you are."

"I don't either. Maybe it's your charm or maybe it's just because I feel incredibly sorry for you, but I'm here and I'm not backing out," he answered Dave sincerely.

"Okay. Shall we?"

Kurt nodded and got out of the car and straightened out his clothes quickly and made his way inside. After the waiter took their order, Kurt was the first to speak.

"How's your summer going?"

"Besides practice, it's going pretty good. Been at the mall a lot, slushying people and pushing them down the escalators. It's pretty fun. you should try it sometime."

"No thanks..." Kurt giggled quietly.

"Your loss," Dave answered, smiling at him.

It wasn't much longer until their food arrived and they both starting eating. Kurt couldn't believe it but he was actually have a good time. He hadn't laughed this much in so long. He was surprised that Dave was a much different person than Karofsky was. Almost like Jeckyl and Hyde. One side in better than the other. _Maybe this will turn out better than expected,_ he thought.

"Oh SHIT," Dave exlaimed as quietly as he could.

"What? What's wrong?" Kurt asked, legitimately concerned.

"Azimio just walked in with his girlfriend. Fuck fuck fuck."

Dave shifted in his seat uncomfortably, eyes darting around.

"Fuck fuck fuck. I'm so dead. What do I tell him if he sees us?"

Kurt bit his lip before answering.

"Dump your food on my head. Walk out back and I'll meet you there?"

"Wha-I'm not going to do that!" He answered back, a stunned look plastered on his face.

"You're going to do it unless you want to explain to him why you're here with me."

"Kurt...I don't want to."

"Just do it. Quickly!" Kurt almost yelled.

Dave nodded quickly, picked up his half eaten food and dumped the mess on Kurt's perfect hair.

"Now say something mean..." Kurt whispered.

With a nod, Dave yelled "How's that taste, homo? You like that?"

And for no apparent reason, Kurt smiled. That was his good deed of the year, he decided. _I ruined my clothes for him. He better be happy._

Azimio came over and swung his arm over Dave's shoulder, his booming laugh filled the restuarant.

"Yeah, homo, how's that taste?" He said, smirking.

"A little bland. You'll have to do better next time, _Karofsky_," he said, smiling up at Dave.

"Oh don't worry, I will."

"Good. Now if you goons will excuse me, I have to go wash this crap out of my hair."

Kurt got up and looked at Dave and with the harshest tone he could muster, he simply said "Move." Dave laughed and obliged, moving over to let him pass through.

"Well, dude, I gotta get back home and help my mom with some stuff. See ya later?" Dave asked Azimio.

"Yeah, man, see ya." Azimio walked off.

Dave payed for his and Kurt's meal and walked out the back door, meeting Kurt out back. He walked over to him, smiling.

"Great acting in there," he stated walking up to Kurt.

"It's what I do. I ruined this three hundred dollar shirt for you. You better be happy."

"I am, thank you," Dave smiled sincerely, taking another step closer.

"You're welcome. Now can you take me home? I really want to watch this out. Ugh, it's disgusting. I don't know how you eat it..."

Dave laughed.

"Seriously, thank you Kurt...that was really 'brave' of you. I'm just sorry I had-"

Kurt leaned up and kissed him, cutting him off midsentence. Dave tensed up for a few seconds before relaxing, kissing him back. Kurt was surprised at how soft his lips were and how they _didn't_ taste like tobacco or armpits. Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Dave ran his tongue across his bottom lip, making his lips part involuntarily. He felt Dave's wet tongue slide in, exploring every inch of his mouth. He wrestled their tongues together, pushing Dave up against the building. They kissed and their bodies touched in all the right places, making them both get hard instantly.

Kurt pulled away, gasping for air.

"W-wow, that was...amazing...I...wow..."

Dave simply nodded, gasping slightly for air.

"You have some of that crap all over you now," Kurt said, chuckling.

"Let's get you home..."

"This has been the best date ever. Thank you."

"No, thank you. I...I love you, Kurt."


	4. Chapter 4 Fever

**Thank you all for the reviews! Much love. So how is the story going so far? I love writing nice Dave…this has been fun writing, hence the new chapter each night. And also forgive any mistakes because I type these up after I get off of work and I'm usually exhausted.**

**Chapter 3**

**Fever**

_**[by Family Force 5]**_

Kurt looked up at Dave and smiled.

"You don't have to say it back or anything," Dave said, smiling back. "I just want you to know that you're making me really happy."

"That's good because I'm actually really happy too. I never thought those words would ever come out of my mouth with you standing in front of me…"

"Let's get you home and out of those clothes. I—er, I mean—get you changed so you don't smell like 'feet'."

Kurt giggled quietly and took Dave's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't think I didn't see you looking at me in the locker room when I was on the football team. I thought you were just waiting for the chance to beat me up, but now I see what those looks were about."

Dave blushed. "Yeah. You're really hot."

"I know. You're not too bad yourself," Kurt said, eyes shooting down to the front of Dave's jeans, then back up with one swift motion. "Not bad at all."

Dave smirked.

"Yeah. Um, let's get me home."

Once inside the car, Dave held out his hand for him to grab and started towards the house. They didn't talk for the first minute, but he finally broke the silence.

"So, are you ever going to tell Azimio or your parents?" Kurt asked, looking over at him.

"Yeah, eventually. I mean, I'm not going to run home and tell them right now, but eventually. I kind of want to see how things will work out with you before I tell them."

"That's kind of a smart idea…"

"Yeah. How do you think this will work out? You and I, I mean."

"I'm not sure if I've known the real you long enough, but if it tells you anything, I wouldn't ruin a 300 dollar shirt for just anyone," Kurt stated, smiling over at him.

"So I have a chance?"

Kurt just nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. The next few minutes were silent, but they weren't awkward. They were nice. They didn't even have to talk to know just how happy the other was. Dave pulled into Kurt's driveway and put the car in park. He looked over at him and smiled.

"You look beautiful, even with dried food on you."

"Thank you…" Kurt stammered, blushing.

Dave leaned in for a kiss, which Kurt happily accepted. After they finally broke apart, they headed inside and down to Kurt's basement bedroom. Dave looked around and took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching Kurt, who was rummaging through his closet. He brought back out a pair of silk pajamas and laid them over the couch.

"Do you want me to leave while you change?" Dave asked.

"You've already seen me naked, so what's the point?" He teased.

"True."

"You need a new shirt. I'm sure my dad has one you can borrow."

Dave nodded and glanced around the room while Kurt took off his shirt, and although stained, folded it neatly and put it in the laundry basket. Next, Kurt slipped off his skinny jeans and repeated the folding process and placed them in the basket.

"Dave?" He said in a seductive tone, walking over to him in just his underwear.

Dave swallowed hard and used all of his will to look Kurt in the eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Your shirt's dirty…" he purred, smiling.

"Sure is…"

Kurt's smile didn't falter one bit as his fingers danced expertly around the buttons on Dave's shirt. He could tell that Dave was enjoying this tremendously, mostly by his erratic breathing but also by the growing hard on in his pants. In one swift motion, he slid Dave's shirt off and began sucking lightly on his neck, nipping lightly at the weak spot. Dave moaned quietly and pulled him closer. He made his way down Dave's collarbone, kissing every inch. Dave's moans became progressively louder as he moved down to his surprisingly hairless chest then back up to kiss him on the mouth. He straddled Dave, kissing him deeply, grinding gently against his lap.

_Fever's got me sweating and you know I'm burning up._

Moans filled the room, both of their grinding became faster and more erratic. He could tell by Dave's breathing that he was getting close. With a smirk, he climbed off of Dave and grabbed his pajamas, slipping them on.

"W—what? Why'd you stop?" Dave inquired, breathlessly, a look of sadness spreading across his face.

"Your shirt is already ruined, we don't want to do that to your pants either," Kurt answered, smiling teasingly.

"Oh My God. I was so close, Kurt…"

"I know. Take it slow though. I don't give it up on the first date."

"You're killing me."

Kurt smiled and walked back over to him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Let's get you a shirt and we can stay here and watch a movie?"

"Sure."

Kurt smiled one last time and walked to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he came back out, hair already blown dry and styled, just the way it always was. He walked over and sat on Dave's lap, resting his head against his shoulder. Dave smiled and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.

"So is there something you want to ask me?" Kurt asked, looking up at him.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I was thinking something like, 'Kurt, would you like to be my super wonderful and beautiful boyfriend. You're so wonderful, it would make me so happy.' It doesn't have to be that exactly, but something along those lines."

"OH! You wanna go out with me? You're wonderful and beautiful and whatever else you said."

"I'll think about it."

And with that, Kurt hopped off his lap and walked upstairs.


	5. Chapter 5 Love Is A Crime

**So sorry for the absence guys! I am reading all of your reviews and thank you so much for the kind words! Means a lot to me. And yes, I did see Never Been Kissed. I was shocked and felt special since I was one of the first to write a Kurtsky/Kurtofsky fic. ;) Hopefully this lives up to expectations! Love you all!

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**Chapter 5**

_**Love Is A Crime**_

**[From Chicago]**

The next day started off the same as usual, except for once in his life, Dave was _happy_. Sure, there had been times before that he'd felt tinges of happiness, but this was nothing like he'd ever felt before. He wasn't sure how to even describe it except that it almost felt like a dream. He felt his phone buzz next to him and picked it up.

He read the name and sighed. _Fuck._

_**Azimio: "Yo man. Wat up?"**_

He replied after a few minutes.

_"Nothing. u?"_

_** "Nothin bro. wanna go to tha mall or sumthin?"**_

_ "Nah, I have plans today. Thanks tho."_

_** "Plans? Wit who?"**_

_ "My dad. He needs help with something."_

_ "__**O well if u get bored or whatever, hit me up."**_

_ "K."_

He opened a new text and typed out a quick one to Kurt.

_"Hey beautiful. What are you up to today?"_

He got up and started getting ready. He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and got dressed before Kurt answered.

_"Something with you?"_

_ "Of course. Mall?"_

_ "You know me so well. ;)"_ Dave smiled.

_"I'll be there in 20?"_

_ "I'll be waiting."_

He jolted out of the door, barely having enough time to grab his jacket and slip his shoes on. He was excited and he felt like the worlds biggest dork at the moment, but he really felt something special with Kurt.

He drove quickly over to Kurt's house and honked. Kurt walked out wearing the tightest jeans he'd ever seen him in and an oversized wool coat with a scarf. He couldn't help but stare-it was by far his favorite outfit he'd ever seen him wear; mostly since the pants showed off, well, everything. He almost had to slap himself to get him to stop staring as Kurt got in, smirking.

"Like what you see, babe?" Kurt mused.

"Y-yes. I do. A lot," Dave stammered.

"It's not like you haven't seen me wear skinnies before."

"I know but I think that's the _tightest_ pair I've ever seen you wear. You can literally see everything."

Kurt smirked. "That's the point."

"You are evil."

"If you behave, I may let you see what's underneath."

Dave choked on his spit.

"W-what?"

"You heard me."

"A-alright. I'll behave. I promise."

Kurt smirked and sat back, smirking.

Dave drove to the mall quickly and got out, went over and opened Kurt's door for him, and walked inside. He was slightly nervous, he admitted to himself, about seeing someone from school. After all, it was summer, and this was the popular hang out spot.

_Oh well, _he thought. _I have to tell them sometime..._

Behind him, he heard the familiar voice of his best friend.

"Yo, homo! Who's your boy toy here?" Azimio yelled, laughing.

Kurt didn't turn around but simply kept walking. Dave did the same. He was surprised that Azimio hadn't figured out right away it was him, but then realized he wasn't wearing his letterman jacket. He sighed slightly, glancing at Kurt, who gave a sympathetic smile.

"Hey!" yelled Azimio again, grabbing Kurt's shoulder and whipping him around to face him. "I said, who is your boy toy?"

Dave heard Kurt let out a small whimpers and was pissed. He whipped around.

"Dude, let him go."

"What the...?" Azimio questioned.

"I said let him go."

Azimio let go of Kurt and turned his full attention to Dave, who looked like he was about to punch his best friend.

"Why you hangin out with this homo?" Azimio spat venomously.

"Don't call him that!"

"Why not? That's what he is."

"Shut it before I punch you."

"What the fuck is going on dude?"

"He's my boyfriend," Kurt interjected, grabbing Dave's hand.

"This some kinda joke?"

"It's not a joke man. I'm..."

Kurt squeezed his hand, which gave him the gumption just to say it.

"I'm g-gay. Kurt's my boyfriend."

"Fucking _faggot_."

"...what the fuck did you say?" Kurt yelled in Azimio's face.

"I said fucking faggot. You gotta problem with it, homo?"

_If love is a crime, baby, I'll do my time whether it's wrong or right, you can sentence me to life. _

Before he could stop himself, Kurt punched Azimio as hard as he could across his face. Azimio stumbled back onto the bench. Kurt walked forward and punched him again, almost _harder_ this time.

"Don't you ever call me or my boyfriend that again, you hear? I may be gay but I can punch like a motherfucker and my kick is ten times worse so back the fuck off and we won't have any problems. Oh, and one more thing..." Kurt slapped him hard across the face one and turned back to Dave, smiling.

"Ready to go?"

Dave was standing there, wide-eyed, mouth open. He nodded and followed Kurt quickly, looking back to see Azimio spit a bloody tooth out on the ground. Dave couldn't believe what he just saw. He had managed to come out, get a boyfriend, and see just how scary Kurt could be when pissed. It was the best day of his life, he had decided, grabbing Kurt's hand quickly.

"I don't think he'll be bothering us again," Kurt stated a matter of factly.

"I...don't even know what to say..."

"Thank you would be sufficient."

"How about I love you?"

"That works too. And Dave?" He turned to face Kurt. "I will say it back to you one day, I know I will, it's just...not yet. But don't give up hope. Okay?"

Dave nodded, leaned forward and kissed him pasionately. He didn't care that anyone else was around, he just _needed_ those lips. The kiss lasted a few more seconds before he pulled away, looking Kurt in the eyes. Kurt smiled.

"Shall we shop or are you trying to see my soul through my eyes?" Kurt asked, smirking.

"You can do that?"

"No, but you're sure trying. And for having the insane amount of courage you did today, you will get a special present tonight." Kurt ghosted his hand over the front of Dave's jeans, smiling innocently.

"C-can't wait..."

"Me either. But first, we shop!"


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